Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 20:26:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige
Subject: Teaching My Brother To Kiss
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
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choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!
Teaching My Brother To Kiss
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My name's Bill. I'm 16. I have a younger brother Brad, who's 14. We
share a bedroom, because we only have a three bedroom house and our
grandmother lives with us.
Brad and I have always been close to one another. Sure I pick on him all
the time and tease him. What older brother doesn't do that to his
younger sibs. As much as I pick on him, wrestle around roughly with him,
and call him a sissy or other names, I really don't mean it though. And,
he knows that underneath all the crap I heap on him, that I think he's a
pretty good guy, and that I love him. He also knows I'd defend and
protect him against anyone or anything, so he usually comes to me with
all his problems.
When we were younger, and he had bad dreams or was scared or upset about
something, he would often crawl into my bed with me, and sleep with me.
As we got older, his night-time visits to my bed became less and less
frequent, until a couple years ago, when they stopped altogether. In
reality, when they ended, I really missed those nights when Brad would
crawl out of his bed, tiptoe across the room, and shyly crawl under the
covers with me. He'd snuggle up to me, and I'd wrap my arms around him
and cuddle him, while we talked about what was bothering him. Then he'd
usually ask me if he could stay with me for the rest of the night, and of
course I'd say yes. He usually fell asleep then, and I would lay awake a
while longer, enjoying the feeling of my brother's warm little body
snuggled up to me.
I think that sometimes Brad would actually manufacture a bad dream or a
problem, just so that he had a reason to sleep with me. I didn't care
though, because I truly enjoyed it.
Prior to what I'm going to tell you about, the last time Brad slept with
me, was the night he experienced his first wet dream, which happened
about two years ago.
When that happened, we were both asleep, in our own beds. Something woke
me up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock, and it said
1:17AM. Then I heard Brad scrambling out of bed.
"Billy, wake up, something's wrong!" he said, in a hushed, distressed,
whisper.
"What's the matter?" I asked, sitting up and turning on the light, as he
started stripping off his pajamas.
"I don't know," he said, looking at me with a scared look on his face,
"something weird just happened."
He yanked off his pajama pants then, and started looking inside them.
I noticed he had a hardon. He must've been distressed, because,
ordinarily for the past couple of years, he wouldn't have let me see him
with one. Before that, he thought nothing about letting me see his
little hardon. But once he turned 10 and realized what it meant, he
always would hide it from me when he was hard.
Since I had the opportunity, I took a good look at Brad's hardon. It was
only about 3" long, and he didn't have any pubic hair yet, but he looked
beautiful standing there with his boyish penis sticking out fully erect.
I felt my dick began to stiffen immediately.
At that time, I had already known for a year or so, ever since my best
friend Pete Cook and I had started experimenting with each other, that I
was gay.
OK, I know, you wanta know about me and Pete now. Fine! Side story:
One night, just after we'd both turned 13, Pete and I, were tenting out
in his backyard. We were looking at a porn magazine that belonged to his
dad. After we'd been perusing the magazine together for a while, Pete
suddenly asked me if I ever jerked off. I didn't know what to say. I
did masturbate. All the time in fact. But to admit it to Pete? As I
sat not knowing how to answer, Pete blurted out that he did it all the
time. Well, I was a little surprised, but happy to hear that, so I
admitted I did too. He grinned and asked me if I wanted to jack off then
with him. I was hard as a rock, and noticed Pete's crotch was twitching
too, so I said yes. He told me to get undressed, and started stripping.
So I did too. We were both naked in a flash and sat there staring at
each other's dicks. After a few seconds, he asked me if he could touch
mine. I nodded and he reached for me and grasped my 4-1/2" hardon in his
hand and began masturbating me. That was the first time anyone had ever
touched me that way, and it felt incredible! I reached over then and
grabbed his dick and did the same thing to him. I could tell from the
look on Pete's face that he was enjoying it too. It wasn't long before
Pete gasped and arched his back and fired a string of cum that hit me in
the stomach with a splat. I was too close to my own orgasm to be grossed
out that he'd squirted his semen on me. Seconds later, as Pete kept on
stroking me, I climaxed and hit him in the thigh with a glob of my jism.
After we'd finished each other off, and giggled over spraying each other
with our cum, we agreed it had felt great. A little later, as we were
still laying naked looking at the magazine, Pete wondered if I wanted to
try sucking on each other. Of course I did, so I said yes, and we tried
it. Well, we both loved it, and neither of us found the taste of cum
disgusting either. Anyway, the rest is history. From that point on, we
always had sex with each other as often as possible. Eventually we even
tried anal intercourse too, and discovered, after a few somewhat painful
attempts, how to do it so we liked that too. Pete and I were quite
active with each other from then on, until his family moved away about a
year ago. We usually got together at his house everyday after school,
when nobody was home, and spent an hour or so pleasuring each other. Our
parents thought we were doing our homework together. *snickers* I guess
in a way we were!
Now that Pete's moved away, we can't be together. It was really rough in
the beginning, since we were so active with each other. We cyber with
each other while we chat on the internet now, but it's not the same. So
I end up spending a lot of time jacking off in the bathroom instead.
Both Pete and I were always very secretive about our sexual activity. To
this day, we're both completely in the closet about our orientation.
Neither of us wants anyone to know we're gay. We've both even gone so
far as to date girls, and we've both even tried having sex with them. We
both are able to get it up, and get off with girls, but neither of us
finds the sex with our girlfriends as good as the sex we used to have
with each other.
OK, so now back to the story about Brad and his first wet dream. Until
that night a couple years ago, I'd never felt any sexual attraction to
Brad. But as he stood before me that night, with his hard little-boy's
cock pointing at me, my dick got stiff as a board, and all I could think
about was how much I wanted to suck on him.
Thankfully, poor Brad was of course oblivious to this, as he was busy
examining the inside of his pajama bottoms.
"Billy, what's this?" he asked and handed me his pajamas.
I took them and looked in, and saw a glob of cum smeared on them. I
smiled then and told him not to worry, that it was semen, and he'd
apparently just had his first wet dream.
"OH!" he said, and smiled then. Dad and I had both told him about wet
dreams before, so he understood then that nothing was wrong.
Grinning, he asked me "So does this mean I'm a man now?"
I chuckled and said, "not completely, but it's the first step your body
takes toward becoming one!"
He grinned, but then said, "so what do I do now?"
Chuckling again, I told him to put on some fresh pajama bottoms and go
back to bed. He dropped the pair he'd been wearing on the floor, and got
new ones from his drawer and put them on. Then went to get into bed.
"Ew! There's more on the sheets!" he said.
Snickering I said, "That'll happen. Wipe it off with your dirty bottoms,
then come crawl in with me."
He wiped his cum off the sheets, then came over and got into bed with
me. He snuggled up to me and we discussed wet dreams a while. He wanted
to know if there was a way to avoid having them, as they were so messy.
I chuckled and asked him if he ever masturbated. Shyly he admitted he
did sometimes. I asked him if he ever squirted any semen when he did,
but he said he didn't. I told him that now that he'd begun having wet
dreams, he'd most likely begin squirting semen when he had an orgasm
while masturbating, and that it'd feel really good. Then I told him that
if he wanted to avoid messy sheets, all he had to do was masturbate more
often, because then he wouldn't have any excess to squirt out in a wet
dream. I told him I jerked off a lot and I never had wet dreams anymore,
so he vowed then to take matters into his own hands a little more often!
We talked a little more about masturbation, until he finally fell
asleep. I laid awake for some time afterward though thinking about my
reaction to seeing my brother naked, with a hardon. As I thought about
it, I began picturing Brad jerking off as well, and again I got a raging
hardon. I was glad Brad was sleeping.
By mutual, unspoken agreement, that night was the last night Brad slept
in my bed. I think he was afraid of having a wet dream while he was with
me, and I was afraid of popping a boner while he was awake yet, and
snuggled up to me.
Two years have gone by since that night. Brad and I have remained just
as close to each other. It's been frustrating as hell to me though, as
he's grown. He's turned into a very handsome teenager, with shaggy,
straight dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He's got a great body
too. He takes after me of course! Anyway, I'd get hard everytime I saw
him naked. Then all I could think of for a while is all the things I'd
like to do with him! I wanted to suck him off, and fuck him, and have
him do those things to me too. I was, and still am utterly enraptured
with the idea of 'being with' my little brother! Of course, I never
followed through on any of my desires. Instead, I just spent more time
in the bathroom beating off, imaging myself plowing in and out of his
mouth or ass. Interestingly though, a couple of times when we were both
naked at the same time, I thought I saw him get a semi-hardon. He was
quick to cover it up though, so I never saw him get completely hard.
Of course a lot of girls are drawn to Brad's good looks. He's had a few
chasing him for some time, but until recently he seemed rather oblivious
to that fact. He's just starting to notice them at this point. In fact,
he just started going with a girl who's in his class at school. That's
where the main point of my story begins.
Brad and Cecilia have known each other for a couple years, ever since
Cecilia moved into our school district. Until recently, they were just
friends, but recently, they both seemed to discover they liked each other
more than they thought. A few days ago, Brad told me he and Cecilia were
going out. I congratulated him and asked him if they'd kissed yet. He
shyly said he hadn't. I just smiled.
The next night, I came home to find Brad laying in the dark in his bed.
He looked like he'd been crying. I asked him what was wrong, and he said
"nothing."
I was going to press him about it, but thought maybe it would be better
to let him come to me when he was ready to talk about whatever was
bothering him. So I undressed and crawled into my bed, and turned out
the light.
The room was still, but after a minute or two, I heard Brad sniffling a
little.
"You gonna be alright?" I asked.
He didn't answer, but after a couple seconds, he crawled out of his bed
and came over to mine. "Can I crawl in for a while?" he asked, sadly.
Suddenly, I was in a quandry. About a year ago, since Brad hadn't slept
with me in a long time, I'd begun sleeping nude. It was more comfortable
that way. Once Brad realized I was sleeping naked, he tried it, liked
it, and started doing it too. So we were both bare-ass naked. I wasn't
sure it would be a good idea for us to snuggle together like we used to
if we were naked. Sure, in one way, I really wanted my little brother's
naked body up against me, but on the flip side, I knew I'd pop a boner,
and was worried he'd rub up against it, and realize it was because of
him, then figure out I was gay.
I didn't answer right away, so he said "Please?"
He sounded pitiful, so finally I said, "Um, well, we're both naked, but
as long as you don't care, I guess it's OK."
"I don't care," he said, and he lifted the covers and crawled in next to
me.
It was a tighter fit for us both to lay together in my twin bed, since
we'd both grown more since the last time we'd slept together. Brad
snuggled up against my side, and I felt his soft penis and pubic hair
pressing against my hip. Praying I wouldn't get hard, I wrapped my arm
around him and asked him what was wrong.
He snuggled in more comfortably, then, dolefully, he told me that he'd
finally gotten up the nerve to kiss Cecilia, but that when he did, she'd
pushed him away after a minute, giggled, and told him he was a sloppy
kisser.
It was obvious that he was confused, hurt, and embarrassed.
Smiling to myself in the darkness, I told him that it would turn out OK,
that with some practice, he'd eventually figure it out.
He asked me then if I would teach him how to kiss. I chuckled and told
him that the only way I knew of to learn to kiss was to have someone who
knew how kiss, kiss them, and try and mimic what they were doing. I told
him that's how I'd learned.
Pitifully, Brad said, "But the only person who'll kiss me laughed at me
and told me I'm a sloppy kisser! I can't kiss her again! And I'd be too
embarrassed to kiss anyone else now either! I'll never learn how to kiss
right!"
I wasn't sure what to tell him, but as I laid there thinking of what to
say, he quietly said, "I don't suppose you could show me how to do it?
Could you?"
"You mean, you want me to kiss you?" I asked, as I felt my dick start to
pulsate at just the thought of it. My God! This was just the
opportunity I'd always wanted. But, how could I do this without Brad
figuring out I wanted more?
"Well, we are brothers. It wouldn't be that terrible, would it?" he
asked, "I mean I wouldn't want to kiss any other guy, but y-you're my
brother. It would be OK wouldn't it?"
"Well... I guess... but are you sure?" I asked, as my dick got stiffer.
"I"m sure," he said, sounding a little brighter, "what do we do?"
"Um, well, OK," I said, "uh, why don't you show me how you kissed Cecilia
first."
"OK," Brad said, and he sat up, and leaned over me, planting one hand on
the bed on each side of my torso, then he leaned in so his face was up
over mine.
I felt his warm breath on my face, as he looked down into my eyes. Then
he lowered his lips to mine and started to kiss me. He kissed me softly
on the lips a couple times. It sent shivers down my spine, and my dick
became harder than it's ever been.
Brad kept on kissing me, but as he did so, he began to drool out the
corners of his mouth, and his saliva got all over my mouth and face.
Finally, I pushed him off and said, "I see what Cecilia means!"
Even in the darkness, I could see that Brad looked crushed. I apologized
and told him not to worry, we could fix it, it was just a lack of
experience. I told him to swallow any saliva he had in his mouth, then
let me kiss him. He swallowed a couple times, then leaned back down over
me. I took his head in my hands and pulled his face toward mine, then I
started to slowly kiss him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him
into a full embrace. Then I let my tongue slide over his lips. He let
me push it through his lips and into his mouth. I began exploring his
tongue and mouth then. I was glad he was laying next to me, rather than
on top of me, so he didn't feel my throbbing dick. As I continued
kissing Brad, he started following my lead and responded appropriately,
and soon we were both kissing each other, and he was no longer a sloppy
kisser. He was however hard as a rock I suddenly realized, as he began
lightly humping against my hip. I couldn't believe he was doing that!
Suddenly, he pulled back from me, and burst out in an anguished whisper,
"Oh God Billy, I didn't mean to do that! I'm so sorry!"
He started to sniffle then.
"Hey! Shhhh! It's OK," I said, grabbing him and pulling him back into
my arms and hugging him. "It's alright! Don't get embarrassed or upset.
"But I got hard, and started humping you!" he cried.
"I know," I said, "it's OK."
"B-but, n-now you know I'm g-gay!" he rasped, as he started weeping
openly.
"You're gay?" I asked.
"Y-yes, I'm s-so s-sorry Billy!" he croaked, as he started weeping
openly.
"Brad, it's OK! I don't care! I still love you!" I said hugging him
tightly, and kissing him on the cheek.
"But, I'm gay!" he repeated, more clearly.
"It's OK Brad. I love you. I'll always love you, whether you're
straight, gay, or bi. It doesn't matter to me." I said.
"You mean you don't care that I'm gay?" he asked, calming down a little.
"Not so long as you don't care that I am too!" I said.
"What?" Brad asked incredulously, "You're gay too?"
"Yeah, Brad, I am too," I said.
"I don't believe it!" he said.
Smiling, I pushed him over onto his back and rolled over on top of him,
so that our two hardons were pressed together next to each other between
our bodies, and I leaned down and began to French kiss him again, only
this time I began to grind my hardon against him at the same time. Brad
responded by hungrily kissing me back and humping against me. He began
moaning a minute later.
I pulled my face away from him, and was about to apologize and ask if he
was OK, but he groaned, "Please don't stop! I've wanted you this way for
SO long! Pleeeaase!"
His eyes had such a pleading look in them. I smiled down at him and said
"Oh baby brother, I've wanted you this was for a long time too!"
He grinned and started humping against me again, as I resumed kissing
him.
After a couple minutes, I broke our kiss and began kissing and licking my
way down his neck.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
I grinned up at him and told him to just relax, and that he'd love it.
He smiled back at me, as I leaned in and began sucking his left nipple.
As I sucked on his nipples, I reached down and began fondling his hard
cock and balls. He spread his legs apart a little to better accommodate
me. Soon, I started licking down the center of his belly, until I came
to his navel, which I swished out with my tongue. I continued further
downward until I reached his pubic hair. Then I held his dick straight
up and started licking the head of it like it was a lollipop.
"OH GOD!" Brad exclaimed, as I plunged my mouth down over the complete
length of his shaft and started sucking up and down on him. He moaned
and gasped repeatedly, as I sucked on his cock and fondled his balls. I
could tell it wouldn't be too long before he was ready to cum, but I
wanted to give him the full treatment. I reached down and pulled his
knees up and pushed them back and sideways, effectively exposing his
ass. I pulled off Brad's dick then, and licked down the underside of it,
and started licking his scrotum. Then I sucked first one, then the other
of his testicles into my mouth and rolled them around gently, before
spitting them out. Next, I licked up deepest valley of Brad's ass crack
to his pucker, which I began licking.
"Oh My GOD! What're you doing?" he asked, incredulously, as I began
pressing my tongue against his hole.
"Relax and enjoy, it won't hurt!" I assured him.
Brad lay back then, and let me return to rimming him. Eventually I began
stabbing at his hole more forcefully, and suddenly, my tongue pressed
through his sphincter, and up into his rectum.
"OH GOD!!!!" Brad gasped, as I began tongue fucking him.
I fucked my tongue in and out of my little brother's hole for a while,
while he lay moaning with pleasure. Eventually, I pulled out and let his
legs lay down again. Then I returned to sucking on his dick. I also
stuck a finger between his ass cheeks and massaged his hole as I sucked
up and down his 5" shaft.
"OH! I'm gonna cum soon Billy!" he gasped after minute or so.
I kept on sucking his cock and massaging his hole, as he continued
moaning with pleasure. He tried to warn me again that he was about to
cum, but I just grunted and kept on sucking and rubbing him. Soon I felt
his body beginning to tense up.
"Oh Fuck!" Brad squeaked.
Then with a loud groan, he suddenly fired a huge gob of hot cum into my
mouth. It hit the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, in time for a
second load, then a third, fourth, and fifth. After that he slowed down
just a bit, as did I. Eventually he stopped moaning, and the last drops
of cum oozed from his piss slit into my mouth. I swallowed them and
licked the boy dry, then pulled off of him, and crawled up next to him.
He had the biggest smile on his face that I had ever seen him wearing,
and there were tears in his eyes.
"Oh my God! That was so Awesome! I love you so much Billy! Thank you
so much for doing what you just did! I've wanted to be with you like
this for a long time now! I can't believe you wanted to too!" he said,
as a tear escaped his eye and ran sideways down his cheek.
I grinned, and wiped the tear from his cheek with my thumb, and told him
I loved him too, and I was very happy to have been able to make him feel
so good. He told me then that he wanted to suck my dick too, so I'd feel
as good as he did. Grinning, I rolled onto my back and let my little
brother crawl between my legs. He copied me exactly, starting out by
kissing me and fondling my penis. He sucked on my nipples, and licked
down my belly to my pubic hair, then he sucked on my penis a while. When
he went to lift my legs and expose my asshole, I told him he didn't have
to do that if he didn't want to, but he said he wanted to, so I let him.
He was awesome at it. Pete never ate my asshole out like Brad did. I
thought I was gonna cum, just from that. Finally, Brad moved back to my
dick and sucked on it until I flooded his mouth several times with my
cum. He swallowed it all, as I lay under him, writhing and spasming with
pleasure. When I was finally finished, Brad crawled up next to me and I
took him in my arms and we kissed.
"I love you Billy!" Brad said anxiously, "Please tell me this wasn't the
only time we'll do this. Please tell me we can do this all the time from
now on!"
"I love you too Brad, and I couldn't NOT do this again! As long as you
want to be with me this way, we can do it all the time!" I said.
Brad grinned and nuzzled his face happily against my neck. A few minutes
later, I realized he was asleep. I laid awake for some time afterward,
basking in the warmth of my own happiness at finally having been so
intimate with my little brother, who it turned out had wanted to do just
that for so long, just like me.
From that night on, Brad and I have shared my bed again each night. The
very next night Brad begged me to teach him about anal intercourse as
well, which I did. We both enjoyed that very much too. Brad and I
talked, and we both discussed our feelings for each other and about sex.
It turns out that we both are deeply in love with each other, and both
want to continue having making love together. So we've agreed to suck
and fuck on a regular basis from then on. We actually had been ever
since that first night, so we just kept on going. Usually we '69' and
give each other a quick blow job in the morning before getting ready for
school. Then after school, when nobody's home, we spend an hour or two
making love to one another. We take turns being top and bottom for each
other when we have anal sex. Then, at night, after we're in bed
together, we usually, suck or fuck each other again before finally
falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
We intend to continue loving each other this way indefinitely!
The End.